Oh Kirsty.  We laughed at this - but only many years later once the trauma had abated!  We were all going on a family holiday together (the whole fam-a-lam) and Lewis was nay but a year old.  I think Angus was but three months old.  Well, we were in the airport and we said yes...yes you should blinking well treat yourself to that blimmin gorgeous dress from monsoon.  And yes.... Get the gold sandal as well... You deserve it.  Well.  We settled ourselves into the plane.  Oh how exciting!!!  And off we set. The plane ascending towards our glorious holiday together.  Then suddenly....It happened.  Lewis vomited all over your beautiful new dress.  Oh lord.  Off you went to the toilet to change out of it.  You came back wearing Gareths vest.  Oh the glamour.  Off came the beautiful new dress from monsoon, as did the brassiere.  The brassiere was washed by your very own hands, in the oh so small toilet sink, and carefully hung out to dry....in the first class lounge...by the sympathetic  air stewardesses.  Flapping gayly in stale, recycled, plane air....It hung there for the whole flight.  Stinking out first class. Waving happily to the first class passengers. But no....That wasn't the end.  You were vomited on, a total of three times (perhaps more??|) on that flight.  And many more times to come on that holiday.  But my gosh I have never seen a more patient, determined and unflappable momma bear just take it in her stride and just by the grace of god, just do what needed to be done.  I treasure all the memories we have together....dancing like lunatics on the cruise ship decking to crap music....laughing so hard we snorted like pigs....inviting the wrong Eis to Lynda's hen do....singing imagine together with all the siblings and other halves on a beautiful trip back from a Caribbean beach...telling each other our secrets....laughing at your baking (which to be fair, became legendary and epic and the most amazing bakes I've had)....talking about your beige dinners....being there for me and piecing me back together when I fell apart (I hope you know that you literally saved my life)....listening to your dating stories and laughing so hard I couldn't breath....remembering the time you lost you car in Asda car park and phoned the police because you thought it had been stolen....it hadn't....iot was still where you had left it.....The time you came to London and and helped me to be me again....when we all watched The Royal Wedding together at our house in Beckenham and marvelled at Kate's dress....there is so much more I could go on forever.  You were the best.  Simply the most amazing person I've ever come across (and I know you would snort at that but its true).    Here's to you Kirsty Owen...the bestest, most funniest, caring, daring, wonderful, loveable, huggable human being in the whole wide world.  I love you. xxxxxx